Monday, August 10, 2009
What made this a memorable moving day was that we did it in the rain. Fortunately, it wasn't a downpour but was a tricky and unpleasant business nonetheless. The wicked weather made leaving this park a lot easier. Not that I like driving in the rain but I'd rather be moving than sitting in the Casita and hear it pounding on the roof, although that does have its moments.
Back in Richibucto the computer chap turned out to be a capital fellow and my fax was soon on its way. We spent another hour in the library parking lot using the wireless connection to send off some emails and watch the world go by behind the rain splattered windshield. I'm still in awe of the capabilities and breadth and scope of how technology has changed our lives. If sitting in my van in the parking lot of a small library in a small town in New Brunswick wirelessly connected to the world is any indication of things to come, I can't wait. If we can avoid global conflict, the next decade could very well usher in the long sought and awaited golden age. Things from here on should get very interesting indeed.
Somewhere along the line we decided to take a new detour. Studying the map, we saw that Prince Edward Island, a fairly substantial chunk of real estate, was located just 10 miles off the New Brunswick coast. It is a maritime province all its own. Since we were in the neighborhood, we took that road. The drive over Constitution Bridge was awesome. From the New Brunswick side, since we could not see the island on the other side, the bridge appeared to simply jut out into the Atlantic with no apparent destination. Once we got up onto the bridge's arches we could see for miles in every direction. Carol mentioned that there are tall ship races around the island, the last one being in July. That would have been a sight to see. Anyway, at 10 miles long it's got to be one of the longest bridges in the world. It's also got to be one of the most expensive. The toll, payable upon leaving, is a staggering $50.
Turning into the parking lot of the rather large visitor center we got our first glimpse of Prince Edward Island's hospitality. Everyone we spoke with was super friendly and maybe even overly helpful. They have made a concerted effort to welcome tourists and in that they have certainly succeeded. The bridge wasn't built until the mid-nineties and has opened up a whole new world here.
We strolled around the little town, got a few post cards and brochures. Being late and tired, Carol found a Subway, picked up a couple sandwiches and returned to the Casita to an appreciative husband and a salivating petite chen (little dog).